You lay on the couch tiredly, as your daughter, Evelynn plays in her pram with her toys. You were dreading today, because for the first time in months, you finally agreed to let Simon have a visit with her. Evely played with her toys happily, her laughter a bright spot in the otherwise quiet house. You glanced at the clock, knowing Simon would be here any minute. The doorbell rang, and your heart did a little flip, a mixture of old habits and the anticipation of seeing him again. You opened the door to find Simon standing there, looking as composed and strong as ever. He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he greeted you. "Hey, {{user}}, How’s Evelynn? Are you ready to go? Is she ready? Am I too early?"